Victoria Caldwell wasn't expecting for her world to turn upside down after signing up for Mr. Brando's class. He seemed like the average professor, the only thing standing out being his good looks. After a heated affair arises between student & teacher, Vickie learns the pleasures of power play. Warning: This is an erotic fanfic and is meant for [18+]. There are themes of BDSM, sex, and substance use.

Marlon Brando asks a favor of Rose Taylor, a woman of color, to participate in a staged arranged marriage with him. Scandal arises from Marlon's drastic decision. Things get heated as they realize that things aren't so artificial at all. #2 in #brando #20 in #1950s Warning: 18+ sexual themes

Patricia is a Jamaican-American student at Hunter College in New York. When she meets Marlon Brando, an up and coming actor in the year 1948, her life changes forever. Marlon teaches her all the pleasures and desires one can possibly experience in life. #1 in #brando Instagram: @vintagexpast Twitter: @vintagexpast Cover by: @/elizlou on IG Warning: There are BDSM themes in this book, and heavy dominant/submissive play

Three total strangers happened to look at the same apartment at the same time. One being Marlon Brando, a movie star, Paul Newman, an aspiring actor and Adele Miller, a writer. Since they all fall in love with the place, they decide to room together. Little did they know, sharing this apartment would be the ride of their lives. Warning: This is an erotic book. Nasty shit is in it. Read with caution. [18+]

The famous actor from the 1940s, Marlon Brando, becomes infatuated with a teen in 2020

Accidental Movie Star, Anastasia Benz, lands the main role in the upcoming movie, 'Look Of Lust', starring Marlon Brando. Marlon can't keep his feelings to himself, but you resist his charm. He won't stop until he can call you his. Will you fall for his charm and fall head over heels for him?

*SHORT STORY* *ROMANTIC DRAMA* *WARNING: - Language - Violence - Racial Tension/Discrimination *2021-2021 🎥 I strolled down the city streets of the big apple itself: New York City. I come from a small town in Nebraska, and being in a big city like this gives me this level of confidence. Like I belong here. This is where I am supposed to be. My trench coat flapped around my legs as the wind picked up and the heels of my shiny black dress shoes snapping on the sidewalk. I was surrounded by other business/working men and women. Once I turned the corner of a tall and wide building. The sun decided to finally show its face today. That's when I saw her. Her large black ringlets became blown by the breeze and her long skirt rippled against her shapely legs. The dirty apron she wore cinched her womanly waist. The sun rays made her skin glow like the angel she appeared to be. I couldn't help but grin like a fool. But I didn't care. All I knew was that I should like to go and talk to her. I took in a deep breath and gripped my briefcase before quickly ushering over to her. "Pardon me miss?" 🎥